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TITLE: Barbie 1: And So It Begins... By Barbie R. And so it begins....... My name is Bobby, and I am going to tell you how I first began to wear ladies lingerie. My father died in an automobile accident when I was seven years old. My mother, my two sisters and I lived in a suburb of New York. My mother loved to take my sisters and I into the city to go to shows and to shop in the large department stores. My sister Annie was one year younger than I , and Tricia was one year older. It was difficult living in a house full of women. There were always curlers, makeup, bras, panties, stockings and other clothes lying around the place. Women's and Teenage girl's magazines, filled with tips on diets clothing and makeup, were left out in plain view . The woman's point of view was ever present, but the male perspective was sorely lacking! One of the chores that I had when I was twelve or thirteen was to help with the laundry. Sometimes I had to handle my sisters' silky lingerie. I often wondered what it must be like to be a girl, or at least to wear sexy lingerie, especially nylon panties and slips. When I became a teenager, I sometimes got a chance to find out by trying on one of my sister's bras and panties, if I was home alone. I would slip from my bedroom into the bedroom that my sisters shared, through an adjoining door. I never closed the door tight because I needed a chance to slip back into my own room. everyone thought that the door was locked and the key was lost. I had found a key in my father's tool box and tried it. It worked!! One day, when I was fourteen or fifteen, I actually put on a pair of my sister Annie's pink nylon panties and a matching pink half slip with lacy slits up each side. I was able to turn the slip sideways so the slits were in the front and back. Now the slip material fit down the legs of my trousers. I kept the lingerie on all day. I even rode to school with my sister Tricia, and she didn't even know that I was wearing a pair of Annie's panties and one of her slips. After that, I slipped one or two pair of my sisters' prettiest panties out of the laundry to wear around the house, instead of my boy's jockey shorts. Nobody, even Annie or Tricia ever knew that I was wearing their nylon panties! Then it happened...I got careless. I was about sixteen and had been wearing my sisters' panties for a year or more. I slipped into my sisters' room and took a black bra, a pair of black nylon panties, a black lacy half slip, a pair of high heel shoes and some sheer black thigh-hi stockings. I went back into my own room to try the lingerie on. I thought that the house was empty, but my sister Annie had been down cellar. Tricia had been out, but had returned without my being aware of it. To make matters worse, I had forgotten to lock the door between our rooms, and it had stayed open a crack. . .just enough to arouse my sister's curiosity. I took the soft black nylon panties, putting my feet into the lacy leg holes, first the left and then the right. I reached down, taking the elastic waistband in my hands, I pulled the silky panties straight up my legs and over my hips. The panties fit nicely, just as they were supposed to. The extra space in the hips stretched to provide room for my soft penis when I tucked it down and under. The soft nylon felt smooth and silky on my penis. I ran my hands over my hips. My fingers slid smoothly over my panty-clad buttocks. The brassiere was next. Although it was made well-padded, I found that Annie had a set of flesh colored breast forms, with well defined nipples, that could be attached to my chest with an adhesive backing. I took the covering off the adhesive pads, centered the soft breast form over my right nipple, and pressed it in place. Then, I did the same over my left one, pressing the pad firmly in place. They looked a bit strange by themselves, but when the bra was on, they would create just the right illusion. I placed my arms into the shoulder straps of the bra and hooked the front. I adjusted the 'falsies' and suddenly I found myself with a firm natural looking pair of tits! The bra pulled my breasts closer together, creating a very nice feminine looking cleavage. Without any hair on my chest, my white body looked softer, and I was appearing more feminine with each new garment I put on. I sat down to put on the nylon stockings. I did it correctly, gathering the nylon from the top to the toe, to make a little doughnut. I pointed my foot into the ring of nylon and pulled the stretch material over my ankle, my calf, my knee and up to my thigh. The stockings were seamless and quite sheer. I smoothed them up with my palm, and molded the elastic tops smoothly to my upper thigh, just below the leg opening of my panties. Left and then right. I then put on the high heel shoes. They fit perfectly. The height of them under my heels felt peculiar and precarious. While I bent slightly to step into the circle formed by the waist of the black half slip with my right foot, I checked out my image in the mirror. I was concentrating on myself so much that I didn't even hear Tricia open the bedroom door. She could see me, that is my reflection, wearing Annie's sexy black lingerie. I was standing with my back to the mirror, wearing Annie's sexy black panties and sheer nylon stockings. My hands were holding the black half slip about at my knees, and the 'falsie' filled bra was in place around my chest! She let out a gasp crying out. . .Bobby? I could see the look of surprise on her face. I wanted to hide, but there was no place to go. . . Discovered. . . I was in my bedroom, dressed in my sister Annie's sexy black lingerie -- panties, bra, stockings and high heeled shoes -- holding matching black nylon half slip at about knee level, just getting ready to pull the slip up my legs, when my older sister, Tricia burst into the room. She had noticed that the door between our rooms, which everyone except me assumed was locked, was slightly ajar. Being curious, she gently nudged the door open without my noticing. What a shock she got seeing my lingerie-clad reflection in the mirror. "Bobby! What are you doing?" she exclaimed. "Annie. . . ! Come here quickly and see what I have found!" she shouted. "Please, Tricia, don't let Annie see me dressed this way!" I cried. "Stay right there you sissy! Don't you dare change a thing until Annie decides what to do about you." With that Annie, my younger sister, called out from their bedroom, "Where you, Tricia? What the big deal?" "I'm in Bobby's room, and I think you need to see what I have found?" Tricia replied. "I think you will be really surprised!" Annie entered my room in the same way Tricia did, thru the connecting door. "What are you so excited about, Tricia? I thought you had found that a thief had broken in and taken some of our things." Annie said. " And another thing, how did you open that door, I thought the key was lost." She hadn't yet noticed me standing there. "Well, you are quite right about someone taking some of our things, or should I say your personal things!" Tricia replied, pushing me forward into Annie's view. "What's going on Bobby? What are you doing wearing my underwear? That's my very best bra and panties! Besides, you are a boy and a boy doesn't wear a girl's bra and panties." she said. "Wait a minute, you have my stockings and shoes on too! . . . and my new slip!" Annie cried. I tried too speak, but the words wouldn't come out, "I...I...I...I'll never do it again, Annie. This is the first time I ever tried wearing your underwear. Honest!" "Not so fast sissy," my sister Tricia said, "this is not the first time you have worn our underwear! Annie and I have often wondered how, from time to time, some our prettiest panties and occasionally a slip disappeared from the laundry and never be seen again. Now I think we know just what happened. In fact, I'll bet we will find the missing lingerie right here in your room if we were to look for it. Wouldn't we Bobby, or should we call you Barbie since you like wearing girls' underwear so much!" "What are. . .what are you going to do now, Tricia?" I sheepishly asked. "Well Bobby. . .er. . .Barbie, that depends upon Annie. . .and I suppose on you! What do you think we should do with "Barbie", Annie?" "I don't know, Tricia. Don't you think she. . .er. . .he's weird? I mean, after all he is a boy, and he really shouldn't be wearing panties and a bra. Although, I think he's kinda cute, all dressed like a girl. I mean boys do sometimes dress up as girls at Halloween or for a costume party." Annie remarked. "You know, when we were little girls, we used to play with 'Barbie' dolls, and we used to dress up, Tricia. Remember how we wished we had another little girl to play dress up with? Well, I think we just found our little girl!!" "What a great idea." said Tricia, "Bobby is going to get a chance to dress up as a girl -- all the way!" "What do you mean, all the way?" I asked. I was wary of my sisters' plans. "Look, Bobby. . .er. . .Barbie. You obviously like wearing girls underwear. For some time now, you have been using our panties and things. At first, I thought, you were using them for -- you know -- what boys do when they play with themselves. But now I see that you weren't just using them, you were actually wearing the bras and panties yourself!" Tricia said. "You know, Annie" she continued, "the have a name for guys who like to wear ladies clothing. They are called transvestites." "Now Bobby is going to find out how it feels to wear a dress and use makeup. We know how much he likes to wear our underwear, so let's see how he like wearing lipstick and a dress. He is going to have the chance to really become 'Barbie'!" "I don't think I'm ready for makeup and a dress. In fact, I don't think I want to wear panties and a bra anymore either." I stammered. Before I knew it, Annie had gone back to her own room and returned with a instant Polarid camera, and was quickly taking my picture -- with me obviously dressed up in girls' underwear! She must have taken 5 or 6 shots. There could be no question, I was wearing sexy black nylon panties and a matching bra. You could see the nylon stockings and high heels, and the slip was still bunched at my ankles. "We'll just show these pictures to Mom." she said. "Or even better, we could make copies and show them to all the guys and girls at school! I'm sure the pictures will get a lot of laughs!" "You wouldn't really do that would you? I mean show the pictures to Mom and to the guys at school? I wouldn't be able to show my face at all!" I wailed. "What are you crying about, you little sissy?" Tricia said, "You are the one who wanted to wear panties and a bra. We didn't make you wear stockings and high heels or a slip! You did all these things yourself!" "You are a sneak thief! You even took my most intimate things without my permission. Not only did you take them, but you actually wore them and a still wearing then NOW!" Annie shouted."You didn't think about how I would feel, knowing that a boy -- my brother -- was wearing my panties and my bra!" She started to cry. "Please Annie, don't cry. I'll do anything you want, but please don't cry." I said. "Okay, Barbie," Tricia said, "Yes, from now on , you are going to be 'Barbie' whenever you are dressed in girls clothes. Not only that, but Annie and I are going to play dressup with you anytime we want to. Do you understand. . .Barbie?" I hung my head and muttered "OK.." "And no more of this 'I won't do it' stuff," Annie said, "because you are going to do everything Tricia and I tell you to do. If you don't, you will find copies of your picture hung up at school, but all over town as well! Is that clear!" I said, "Yes, Annie, you have made yourself quite clear. I won't give you and Tricia any trouble. What do you want me to do?" "First of all, I want you to pull your slip up and then I want you to walk around the room, so Tricia and I can see how you look. Then, I also want you to try on one of my dresses. After that, we'll see. . .we'll see. . ." Annie said as she moved over to my bed with Tricia. I thought I was going to die. Here I was pulling up my sister's black silky slip, over my thighs and up to my waist -- with her sitting on my bed watching me do it! Then I began walking around my room, wobbling a bit on the high heels. "Look at Barbie, Annie." said Tricia. "She needs to get used to taking smaller steps, now that she is wearing a slip. Just wait until she has to wear a tight skirt, then she'll really have to take small ones." "Actually he really looks kind of cute prancing around in my lingerie. In fact he really needs a bra and a pair of panties of his own. Perhaps we should have him buy himself some lingerie of his own. Why if this keeps up, we will all be able to share each other's clothes!" "Lift your slip so we can see your panties and your stockings, Barbie." said Annie. I guess I wasn' t quick enough because she said it again and this time it was a command, not a request. I slowly lifted my slip so that the lacy hem of the the slip revealed the white skin of my thighs where the nylon stockings and my panties came together. I was embarassed because the front of my feminine panties was tented with my truly masculine erection! "Oh look, " cried Tricia, "he's got a hardon. Look at the front of his panties, Annie. Our Barbie is excited about wearing ladies panties in front of us. Imagine that!" "Okay, little Miss High Heels, it time to get on with the game." Annie said. At first, I thought that Tricia was going to be the tough one, but Annie was getting into the in a big way. I think she really is looking forward to dressing me up all the way as a girl! "Mom will be home soon, and I don't think she would be too happy to find out that Bobby has been taking our bras and panties to wear for himself. I don't now if she would be more upset about his wearing girls panties or his stealing them!" Tricia said laughingly. "Okay, " said Annie, "let's have him take a shower and then put the stockings, panties and bra back on, and he can wear them under his male clothes. Only this time he won't have to wear the 'falsies', but he will know that we know he is wearing panties and a bra!" "Barbie, I want you to take your shower now. Make sure you shave the hair on your legs and don't cut yourself, or I'll have to shave you myself. If I have to do that, I wan't stop at your legs, and I think you know what I mean." said Annie. "After that, put your stockings, panties and bra back on and dress in your own clothes. When you are finished, come downstairs for supper." Tricia said. "After supper, Mom has to go out, and we will have our first 'dressup' session." "By the way, Bobby, you can keep the slip and shoes too. I want you to put them in your closet, in plain view. Don't try hiding them!" said Annie as she and Tricia left, closing the door behind them. I was shaking all over from the shock. Here I was, a boy wearing women's lingerie. I had been ordered by my sisters to take a shower, shave my legs and wear panties, stockings and a bra, under my male clothes. I was to dress this way and come down to have supper with my mother and them, all the time knowing that my sisters knew I was wearing feminine underwear. Worst of all, they could change their minds at anytime and tell my mother about it! What had I gotten myself into. . . . . . The Night They Dressed Old Bobby Down (UP). . . After having been discovered in women's lingerie by my sisters. I was now to become a dressup doll. I would have to always be ready to respond to their beck and call. If I didn't, I knew that not only would they tell my mother, but the threat to post my picture wearing panties and a bra was real! I didn't know what to expect. I knew that I liked to wear nylon stockings and panties because I liked the way they felt against my skin. This was also true about a slip. I knew that I got excited when I wore a pair of panties while I masturbated, but I had worn the bra only because I thought I looked almost naked without one, and a full slip wouldn't hang right without as bra. But to wear a dress. . .to put on lipstick and other makeup. . .would I really like it? Was it true as Tricia has said, was I one of those guys who liked to wear women's clothes? What was it she had called them? Oh yes, was I a transvestite? As I stood in the shower, I started to cry. I know that I had started this whole thing. I had even enjoyed the thrill of sneaking articles of my sisters' lingerie out of the laundry and wearing them myself. I had even worn a pair of my sister Annie's panties and one of her slips under my male clothes and gone out with her and my sister Tricia. They never knew. It was my little secret. Now it wasn't a secret anymore, not only that, but it threatened to become public knowledge if I didn't do just what my sisters wanted. They would now call the shots not me. From now on I could not wear anything without their permission -- panties or jockey shorts!. . . bras or tee shirts!. . . dresses or pants! Oh yes, one more thing, my name was not Bobby but Barbie. I had become my sisters living 'Barbie doll'! As the water splashed over me, I slathered shaving cream all over my legs, and began to shave the hair off. I had to be careful not to cut myself. If I didn't do a good job, Tricia had threatened to not only shave my legs but the hair on and under my arms and around my penis and balls as well. She didn't actually say that, but I understood her well enough! I took my time and did it right. Tonight was going to be the first night that they dressed old Bobby up! "Are you all right?" my mother said, when I came downstairs after my shower. Little did she know that I was wearing Annie's black nylon panties and thigh-hi stockings under my trousers. I don't know what she would have said if she knew, but I don't think she would be too happy. I doubt that a mother would be happy to learn that her son would rather wear his sister's bra and panties instead of his own jockey shorts. "I'm just a bit tired, " I said, "and I think that I will read for a while and go to bed early tonight." "How about you two?" my mother asked my sisters, who were sitting across the supper table from me. "What do you plan to do tonight?" "Oh, I think I will sort out some of my lingerie to see what I can throw out, and what is good enough to give away. In fact I think I know someone who would like to have it." said my sister Annie, looking at me with a suggestive smile. "Gee, that's a great idea. " Tricia chimed in. "I'll bet I've got some old dresses and skirts and things. Annie, do you think that person to whom you plan to give your extra lingerie might like to have a few dresses?" Tricia was looking right at me. In fact I could almost feel her gaze burning through my clothes to reveal my hidden lingerie! "I'm sure that . . .er. . .she would not only like to have them, but would probably want to wear them on as soon as she got them." Then Annie addressed me directly, "Bobby, do you think you could help us with the clothes when we are done?" Before I could answer, my mother said, "What a wonderful idea! You girls are really kind to give some of your clothes to someone who doesn't have any. Bobby, I think that it would be nice, if you could help your sisters with their clothes. I'm sure there'll be a heavy bundle when they are done." "Okay, Mom." I said. What else could I say? I knew that Tricia and Annie had just told me that I was going to have to wear Annie's lingerie and Tricia's dresses and skirts and things. I would have no choice. But my dear mother was innocently aiding and abetting them. She actually said I should ". . . help your sisters with their clothes" I'm sure that she didn't think that when Annie and Tricia asked for my help, they really meant they wanted me to wear their clothes! Supper continued without any further interruptions or diversions. My sisters were really kind of pleasant to me. Mom announced that after supper, she was going out with Mrs. Thompson to see a show at the local drama group and wouldn't be home until midnight. God! I thought, that gives my sisters plenty of time to make me play dressup. I was going to be a 'real live Barbie doll' for the evening. I couldn't even complain or make other plans, if I valued my future. "Barbie . . .er . . . Bobby could you go up and help Annie?" my sister Tricia said. "I'll do the dishes so Mom can get ready to go out, and Annie can go through her things. You can help me after." Just the way she said it, I knew she was saying, "so Annie can pick out the lingerie she plans to give you to wear tonight. and then I will pick out your dress!" I meekly trudged up the stairs to Annie and Tricia's room, knowing what was awaiting me. Going inside, I heard her call outfor me to come into her bedroom. Upon entering, I was told to take off my clothes. I really didn't want to undress in front of my sister Annie, but I didn't really have any other choice. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then, I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the top button of my trousers. I began to turn around so that I could unzip my fly, but Annie told me to keep facing her and finish undressing. She reminded me that I had better be wearing her panties and her stockings. I continued unzipping my fly and quickly dropped my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Once again, I was standing in front of my sister Annie, wearing her black nylon panties and sheer nylon stockings. I couldn't stop my reaction, my penis became erect against the silky material of the panties. It felt so good!. I took off my tee shirt, and strangely, I suddenly felt naked. I realized that I needed to be wearing a bra in order to feel covered -- complete. What was happening to me? Why did I seem content to be wearing my sister's underwear? Annie handed me a soft silky kimono robe saying, "Put this on Barbie so you won't be cold waiting for Tricia." I gratefully took the robe and quickly put it on. I can't believe it. I'm sitting here with my sister, wearing a pair of her favorite panties and her kimono, as though I did it every day. I find myself beginning to look forward to my new adventure of increasing eagerness. My God, I really must be a transvestite! After I put the kimono on, Annie started showing me what she had for me to wear. On her bed were a pair of pink nylon panties, garter belt and matching bra, a white silky slip with lace at the hem and bodice, and a pair of sheer white nylon stockings. I could not believe that my sisters were going to make me dress up like a real girl, but deep down I not only knew that was just what they were going to do, but I really wanted them to do it! After all these years of sneaking around, I was finally going to know how it felt to dress up as a real girl -- all the way!! Before we could go any further, Tricia came into the room announcing that Mom had left for her show, and now it was time for our own dressup show. "Get those clothes off, you sissy, and make it quick! From now on your name is 'Barbie'. You are going to be our 'living doll' whenever we want you to and believe me, you'll have all the chances you ever wanted to dress up like a girl! By the time we are done with you, you'll never want to put on a bra and pair of panties again!" said Tricia determinedly, as she went to her closet and took out a dress. "I think these will do nicely." she said. "Don't you Annie?" She held up a white ruffled dress and a pair of white high heeled shoes. "Oh yes, " said Annie, "I can't wait to see Bobby all dressed up as a girl. I think he will make a very pretty "Barbie. Let's get started." "Okay, Bobby, now you become our 'Barbie'." said Tricia. She handed me a thin ribbon belt and a sponge size little box. "This Barbie is a Kotex, provided for your convenience. You.attach it to the belt, and the feminine pad will help cover your penis, especially when you are aroused." I did as I was told and removed the pad from the wrapper. As I was instructed, I attached the pad to the belt, which was around my waist. The belt held the Kotex pad tightly in place at my crotch. Then Annie said, "Come over here, sissy. Seeing that you like to wear a bra, I want to put a bra on you myself." Meekly, I submitted and put my arms out into the arm straps of the pink lacy bra that Annie held out for me. She moved behind me and hooked the bra in place. Then she handed me two foam rubber 'falsies' to put into the bra cups. I must say they did a nice job too. Next she hooked the very feminine garterbelt around my waist. "Since you have already been wearing my panties anyway, I won't have to help. I know that you can put these panties on yourself. " Annie snorted, handing me the pair of silky pink nylon panties. "That's a girl, Barbie, now is the time for you to put on your new pink panties and see to it that the pad completely hides your little penis." Tricia demanded. "Be sure that the garter straps come thru the legs of your panties. That way, you can just pull down your panties if you have to go to the bathroom." "Even though I know that Bobby's been wearing my panties, I find it hard to believe that my brother truly wants to wear girl's panties." said Anne. " I want to watch him actually put the panties on." I held the pink nylon panties in my hands and put my feet through the leg holes, being sure that the garter straps went thru the right place. I pulled them in place over my hips, with a natrual flare. This was not the first time I had put a pair of Annie's panties on. But it was the first time I had had a female audience though. The silky panties felt great against my warm flesh. Tricia handed me a pair of sheer white nylon stockings and told me to put them on, cautioning me not to put runs in them. "Be carefull and roll your silky hose up your legs and into place" I sat on the edge of the bed, took one of the whispy stockings and rolled it up like a donut, placing my toes into it and carefully rolled the first stocking into place, attaching the garters to the top of the stocking. Then I did the same with the other one. "I can see that you have had practice putting on a pair of stockings before this." said Tricia. "Now reach your arms up for your slip, and then smooth it out. " said my sister Annie as she came up behind me and dropped the silky slip over my head. It floated down over my hips softening my whole body. I loved the way it made me feel. The slip clung to my body, revealing the outline of my panties and my bra. The white of the slip did little to hide the color of my pink panties, garterbelt and bra. Then with me all dressed up in lingerie, she had me sit at her makeup table. Taking my hair, she trimmed it here and there (it was almost a modified page boy length) and put in a few spit curls. Then, she started putting makeup on me- foundation, mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick, explaining how to do it as she was putting it on me. Then, she painted my fingernails. When she was done, she brush my hair a little, she pronounced me ready. " Ready for what?" I wondered. Tricia was waiting for me with the fluffy white dress and the high heeled shoes. "Let's see if you really like dressing like a girl. Come put your dress on, Barbie." I couldn't believe myself, I actually went quickly to Tricia. I moved into the dress, pulling it up and over my shoulders, I turned to let Tricia zip up the back. Without waiting to be told, I simply stepped into the white heeled shoes. The girls had me walk back and forth across the room. I had to learn to sit the way a girl sits., smoothing my dress under me and keeping my legs together. Then they had me stand up and raise my dress so that the hem of my lacy slip showed against my sheer nylon stockings. Gradually I had to keep raising the dress and the slip so first my garters showed, then the tops of my stockings, my thighs, and finally my pink panties. I was embarassed and yet, I was getting off on wearing the pretty lingerie. In fact, I found that I didn't really mind the girls teasing me, I kind of enjoyed it! Now I not only was dressed as a girl, I felt like a real girl! I started to cry. "Never mind that stuff, you big sissy," said Tricia. "you're the one who started wearing our lingerie to have some fun. Now we're going to have fun with you." "That's not why I'm crying." I said, "I'm crying because I feel so good! I like the way I feel. I love the way I look. I'm so happy that you made me put on all these girl clothes. I really love being dressed as a girl." I told them that I didn't care if they wanted to dress me in their clothes everynight. In fact, I would be very dissapointed if they didn't want me to dress up again. But not they wouldn't have to force me to wear panties or dresses. I would be happy to do it anytime if they really wanted me to. I told them that if I felt this good, then I didn't care what others thought, I wanted to dress like a girl! "You really want to stay dressed up as a girl now?" said Annie. "Don't you want to change back?" said Tricia. "No, not now. I want to pretend to be your sister, Barbie. I'd really like to lry on some other clothes to see how they feel." I said. Now both Annie and Tricia started to cry. They said that they now understood that I wasn't just fooling around. Not only did I want to know how it felt to be dressed as a girl, but I actually wanted to know how it felt to be a girl. With that, they both put their arms around me and hugged me, saying, "Welcome to the sorority, Barbie. We will be very happy to help our new sister become a lovely young lady! What would you like to try on now?" "I don't know, but I think I want to wear something very feminine with lots of satin and lace. What do you suggest, Tricia?" I asked. "Let's see how you look in my old prom dress." she said. To be Continued. . . .